The burning village is behind us, fading away.

Those who robbed the village were a group of more than 200 yellow scarf thieves. They looted all the rations and property they could take away, tied the villagers together with thick ropes, took them away, and then burned the village.

"it's all my fault."

We shouldn't have ended up in this situation!

Chen Sheng has never blamed himself so much and regretted his dereliction of duty.

The hunters should have been on alert long ago. When they heard that the Yellow Turbans were defeated and fled in all directions, they should have arranged for people to keep watch. In this case, there would still be time for the villagers to pack up their meager belongings and flee into the mountains.

Farmers always go to the fields to pick food when they are hungry. They don’t have a few rations at home, so it doesn’t matter if they are robbed.

But now, I'm afraid that if the police and soldiers come after them, they will become hostages.

If they had met better officials, they might have been able to survive for a few more days under the knife of the Yellow Turban Thief.

If they encounter an official who doesn't care about their life or death, they will probably be rained down with arrows. After killing all the Yellow Turban thieves, the officers and soldiers can also cut off their heads, call them Yellow Turban thieves, and take them back to receive their merits.

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Little hope!

There was a desperate silence in the team.

"Will we die?" A little girl asked this question quietly.

No, because I am the protagonist.

Ji Shu was not naive enough to be so pretentious, so he could only stay there, not knowing how to answer.

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Shan'er, we will be saved when the army arrives!" Old Man Chen comforted the little girl.

Will it save us? That's probably all we can hope for.

However, Ji Shu had a deeper uneasiness. He always felt that there was something wrong with the way the Yellow Turban Thief looked at them. It seemed like suppressed greed, like a wild beast.

So far, they have not raped a woman in the village, not that Ji Shu wants them to do so, but thinking about the story of bandits plundering the village, they always feel that this is a bit abnormal.

Was it because he was being chased by the army and he was in a hurry to escape? Ji Shu always felt what would happen next, and his heart was filled with deep uneasiness.

Can we wait for the official army?

Ji Shu's question soon had an answer.

If possible, he really hoped he would never know the answer.

In the evening of the next day, the food was almost gone.

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"What are you doing! What are you doing! Stop it!"

Chen Sheng's eyes were about to burst. He was frightened, angry, sad and frightened. He struggled and screamed loudly.

What to do?

kill?

Even worse than that.

"You're just a dishonest person, why are you making such a fuss!"

A tall and thin thief with a yellow face, his hands dripping with blood, threw a head far away, cut off an arm, washed it, and threw it into the pot.

What kind of horror is that?

They actually see us as food!

That is the most primitive and bloody instinct of living things. The people sitting around the campfire are no longer humans.

Are those hungry wolves wearing clothes, with sharp fangs, drool, and waving sharp claws, happily discussing who to eat next?

Like the worst nightmare in a fairy tale.

I couldn't help but tremble.

Ji Shu wanted to be angry, but the first thing he felt was fear. Every hair on his body was trembling, his feet were cold, and a chill spread to his waist and back. In an instant, it was as cold as his head and body.

Trembling uncontrollably.

This is not a game, but a real troubled world. We are more awake than ever before. Ji Shu realizes this deeply.

The yellow-faced thief moved his mouth, as if he was laughing or mocking, pointed the knife at Mr. Chen, and cursed angrily.

"Old man, if you keep making any noise, believe it or not, grandpa will shave you right now?"

"Kill, kill me!"

If you can't see this picture of hell, if you can let other villagers live one more day and have a little more life, then why die?

There are things more terrifying than death in this world!

Chen Shenglao was in tears, sad, desperate and crazy.

The yellow-faced thief thought that such a threat would frighten the old man to pieces and beg him to spare his life. Seeing that the old man was not frightened, the yellow-faced thief suddenly felt that his face was dull, and he came over with a fierce look, ready to chop him.

"Old man, do you think I don't dare to kill you?"

However, his hand that was cutting down was caught by a strong man with a scar face.

The yellow-faced thief was stunned and said submissively: "Boss, why not just kill these old guys, they only have a few kilograms of meat."

"Idiot, I still don't know when we will encounter the next village. No matter how few mosquitoes there are, they are still meat. Although the officers and soldiers are still missing, these dogs will definitely not let us go for military glory. Who knows what?

Time will catch up, how can brothers return to Qingfeng Village when they are hungry?"

Scarface glared at him, touched his chin, and continued.

"However, after you mentioned it, I thought about it a little bit. These old things are a bit affecting the marching speed. I just killed 3 of them today because I didn't think carefully. I will kill a few old things tomorrow."

"You're so wise! Oh, I'm just thinking about my pleasure. How can we people have such a mind as you, who can think of so many things at once! You're so wise!" the yellow-faced thief said flatteringly.

"Humph, otherwise I am the boss! But I just like to listen to what you say." Scarface put his arms around the yellow-faced thief's shoulders and walked away.
Chapter completed!